Morning Without You Is A Dwindled Dawn.

Nothing Is The Force That Renovates The World.

Victory Comes Late-- And Is Held Low To Freezing Lips-- Too Rapt With Frost To Take It

You Are Out Of The Way Of Temptation And Out Of The Way Of The Tempter - I Didn't Mean To Make You Wicked - But I Was - And Am - And Shall Be - And I Was With You So Much That I Couldn't Help Contaminate.

A Courteous, Yet Harrowing Grace, As Guest, That Would Be Gone

Renunciation-is A Piercing Virtue-the Letting Go A Presence-for An Expectation-.